Anyways, I have to think of a new way of saying that I don't own the ninja turtles. Let's see…
Eh… I can't think of a way right now. So just read the chapter while I think…
Leo sat on the porch of the farmhouse, taking the third watch. Since the Foot had followed him to the farmhouse, they had all agreed to take shifts watching the area for danger. An old friend of his, guilt, was nipping at his stomach but he succeeded in pushing it away for the time being. He could feel sorry for himself later, he had things to do. The blue clad turtle sighed and watched the wind blow a few stray leaves from the surrounding trees across the yard.
Since he felt he had little more to do than keep watch he allowed his mind to drift back to how this all had started in the first place. He felt stupid for a minute, if only he had.
He mentally slapped himself, "Stop thinking like that. It doesn't change anything and it isn't going to help you right now."
It had been a normal day. A normal stressful day for the blue clad leader. Despite being on their own for nearly a year since their father's passing, his brothers still fell into their normal habits. Leonardo had been meditating in the dojo, cooling down from his extra practice when-
CRASH!
He sighed, "What now?"
Already in the five hours that they had all been up, three things had been broken, a television, the toaster (Why was it always the toaster!), and strangely the deep fryer. The deep fryer in the past had managed to escape every disaster the kitchen was put through, even two fires, but this time it had been in wrong place. Said place was in Raphael's reach when he was ticked off.
Leo got to his feet, walked outside the dojo and into the main room to find the couch over turned and his red and orange masked brothers fighting over the remote.
"Let go Mikey, I wanna see the race!"
"Forget it dude, wrestling's on!"
Leo sighed and slapped his forward with a shake of his head before walking up and snatching up the remote from the fumbling hands, "Enough already! Guys, we have 15 TV sets in here, you can each watch your own show."
"Raph always turns it up too loud!"
"You're the one that turns it up so loud the walls shake!" Raph retaliated.
Leo groaned, he was quickly getting a migraine. Donatello had said it was some kind of medical condition that happened to people who were attuned to the pull of gravity. Whatever that was supposed to mean.
"Maybe we could all use some time topside," Leo suggested, placing the remote on the coffee table, knowing he would have to excavate the couch to find it the next day.
"You're letting us go topside?" Raph asked in shock, ever since the Purple Dragons and Foot ninja had both attack a weapons warehouse near the docks a few days prior, the eldest had been dead set against letting any of them go topside. Raph had been given the 'privilege' of being allowed to scout the sewers, but nothing more.
"We've given them enough time to get comfortable and to let their guards down, now's the best time to investigate."
"Can't we investigate tomorrow?" Mikey asked, "Tonight's the semi-final match and-"
BOOM!
A huge explosion sent rubble and soot everywhere.
"Don!" they all shouted at the sight of the smoking genius turtle's lab before the previously mentioned genius turtle stumbled out of the cloud of smoke and soot, "Darn it! I added too much nitrogen. Need to work on that glycerin mix."
"Why the shell are you making nitroglycerin?" Leo asked, both he and Raph sharing shocked stares.
Mikey looked clueless but then sighed, "Ok, maybe we do need to get out."
So , after they had cleaned up the mess and Donatello managed to rid himself of the soot completely encasing him, the four turtles headed out into the night. Once they had reached the docks they had split up, searching for any trace the Foot or Purple Dragons could have left behind although, it was unlikely, they weren't ones to leave calling cards, plus the authorities had long searched and explored the area. Then again, ninja noticed some things others didn't. Like an almost molecular sized piece of red and black cloth caught on the dented pole of what looked to be an old stop sign. This was where the blue clad turtle found himself and where two minutes later, he was facing a group of fierce fighting Foot ninja.
It wasn't a large band, only 20 normal sword and bo staff wielding Foot soldiers. So it wasn't long before the blue masked turtle had them groaning on the ground in pain or unconscious. It was then that his shell cell rang. A quick glance at the caller ID revealed that it was Donatello. He answered the call only to step back in shock.
"If you want to see your brothers alive again, come to the warehouse on 3rd and 5th."
"STOCKMAN! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THEM!"
A harsh laughing echoed from the line before it went dead. 3rd and 5th, that was a few miles from the docks! Unable to do much about it Leo grumbled and tucked his shell cell back into his belt before setting off across the rooftops. When he reached the warehouse, it appeared that it had been long deserted but he knock in a window and slipped inside finding clean, white walls of a bare room. He ran to the door and tugged it open, only to glance across the large hallway towards a room that was expelling a purple colored gas. A crash came from within and shock ran through Leo's spine. His brothers were in there, he knew it. He had to get them out! He rushed to the doorway and pulled the handle.
Locked. Duh.
But if Stockman thought that a simple locked door was going to stop Hamato Leonardo well he was dead wrong! Emphasis on DEAD!
It took one powerful kick and the metal door bent backwards into the room as the purple gas began clearing. A blue light momentarily blinded Leo after he set one foot inside. When he reopened his eyes, the gas wasn't filling the air any longer, the bright light, whatever it had been, was gone and half of the lights had gone out, leaving the opposite side of the room crowded with dark shadows. Leo cautiously stepped forward, his brothers had to still be here. He felt it. He couldn't understand how he was able to sense it, but his instincts were screaming it at him. He took one step towards the opposite side of the room and gasped when he caught the sight of a red mask.
"Raphael!" he shouted and ran the last few steps, falling near the bright cloth and reaching out to pull his younger brother into the light, only to fall back onto his shell when he found himself staring not at his sixteen-year-old brother but a turtle toddler, who was unconscious and breathing quite heavily. Just then, the darkened lights decided to flip back on, revealing two other turtles behind a row of steel bars.
"Donatello, Michelangelo…" Leo breathed, his eyes wide in shock when he realized that the orange and purple masked turtles inside the cell were just like Raphael, toddlers.
Leo turned his head to the doorway of the farmhouse, "Yes Casey?"
"You go get some rest Leo," Casey said, resting a sympathetic hand on Leo's shoulder.
"Ok," Leo said, momentarily closing his eyes before getting to his feet and walking back inside the farmhouse, closing the door behind him; relieved to let Casey take the next watch.
Of course, this wasn't because he was tired, he was far from it. He felt a sense of something uncompleted. Completely irritated and not knowing why, he took out his katanas and preformed a few moves with them.
"Aniki?" a small voice asked.
Leo turned and his eyes widened at the site of his little brother standing on the bottom step of the staircase, his face shining with continually falling tears.
Ok, time for a break. I'm going to stuff my face with candy. Hopefully I can gain a few pounds. Anyone else have that problem? You can eat and eat and eat but you don't gain a pound you actually lose more! It drives me insane!
Anyways, my problems aside. I'll update again in three or four more days.
Which reminds me, anyone have any encouraging words? I've got to make a speech in 9 days on the 6th and although I'm not shy in school, I am very quiet. I'm not really worried about the speaking part, my voice is horrible I've come to accept that, it's the speech I have problems with. I don't think it's going to be any good. It's a manuscript speech so I'll pretty much be reading it to my class. I just hope it's at least decent because my English teacher rarely says anything good on my papers. I mean, she's an excellent teacher and analyzer it's just that this is the first piece she's actually complimented me on. Before it was just like, a misspelled word here, add a coma here, add this, analyze don't summarize and pointing out some grammatical mistakes. I'm sorry to strangely sound kind of like Leo but…I don't want to let her down or my parents for that matter, the semester's drawing to a close.
Ugh, I'm a mess. Well, wish me luck. I need it.
Review if you think this story is going somewhere! Please?
~Moonsetta